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Ezra's POV
The wind whipped my face as I accelerated the speed, trying to catch up to the strange armoured thief. She was being dragged down by the two red crates while we approached the gate. Grassy plains came into view as we sped out of Capital City. "Spectre 3, are you there? Pick up," Kanan called through the comlink.
Grabbing the device from my belt, I yelled "Little busy!"
I looked behind to see two Imperials chasing us, their bikes almost in firing range. "Spectre 3, whatever you do, don't shoot the red crates! They're full of an explosive powder! Forget it and come back to the rendezvous!"
I groaned and heard blaster fire. Ducking instinctively, I tried to go even faster as I rode alongside the stranger. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as a chill ran down my spine. I could sense the danger. The bike suddenly lurched and buckled when I looked back to see smoke coming from the engine. Not good! Not good!
I jumped off the vehicle just before it exploded into flames, hauling myself on top of the red crates. The stranger saw me and tried to shake me off as I stumbled and stabilised myself. My attention though, was on the two imperials gaining on us. "Keep it steady for a second, will ya?!" I snapped, pulling out my pistol and aiming for the troopers. The female understood my plan and stopped trying to shake me off.
Their shots were getting closer and closer to the crates. That's when an idea hit me. I shot the connection between the second and first crate, ditching it on road. Then, once the bucket heads got close enough, I fired at the box. It exploded in a colourful burst, consuming the riders in flames. "Yes!" I rejoiced, but it didn't last long.
VVROOOOMM!
I looked up to see a TIE fighter speeding towards us, cannons ready. I knew immediately there was no way to fight it. Jumping onto the bike, I pushed the colourful girl off just before the TIE fired. We tumbled on the ground as the crate exploded, bits of debris flying in the air. I panted and ignored the searing pain on my skin, instead looking at the girl. She was unconscious and her bright pink helmet had fallen off, revealing a tan skinned, blue and orange haired teenager.
I shook her shoulder gently. "You… okay?" I coughed, smoke filling my lungs.
There was no response, but she was still breathing. "Spectre 3, where are you?!" Kanan yelled through the comlink, the concern obvious in his tone.
I heard approaching footsteps and sighed. If we were lucky, the Imperials would be taking prisoners today. "Sorry Kanan," I mumbled to myself, crushing the comlink under my foot. That way the Empire couldn't track the crew. But it also meant the crew couldn't track us…
Kanan's POV
"Spectre 3, come in!" I shouted furiously at the comlink.
The only response was a static, electric phase. "Kanan," Hera said worriedly.
"What?" I asked, not completely sure if I wanted to know.
"The signal is gone," she said quietly.
My eyes widened. "W-What do you mean 'gone'?!" I stuttered.
"It means his comlink isn't sending off a signal anymore," she sighed, shaking her head.
"…no… no, no, no!" I growled. "We need to find him, quick!"
"That's exactly what I'm doing," Hera said, steering the Ghost over Capital City. Zeb sat on his chair, observing the outside carefully. After about 10 minutes of searching, we made it to the outskirts of town. "There!" Zeb gasped, ears perking up. I followed his gaze and saw my worst fears. Smoke. Fuming, black smoke filling the sky from the road into Capital city. I swallowed deeply and nodded to Hera, who nervously turned the ship towards the commotion.
I had a strange feeling in my gut that it had something to do with Ezra. If something happened to him, or that stranger hurt him in any way… I grinded my jaw and clenched my fists. A protective rage was building in my chest, the same power that consumed me to do many things. From murdering thugs, to executing an imperial officer, they had all made the same mistake. They had hurt Ezra.
Hera saw my expression and placed her hand on mine, my anger immediately fading to worry. Once we were close enough, I took in the situation. There was still some charred remains, ashes drifting in the wind. Debris of speeder bikes were scattered across the road. "No lifeforms," Hera said, examining a scan.
I searched the bond to find Ezra's location. He had definitely been here, but was far away now. I could sense his nervousness seeping through the force, no matter how hard he tried to contain it.
Then something glinted in the corner of my eye. "Hera, open the ramp!" I said, bolting into the cargo hold. She didn't question me as the ramp let out a hiss and opened up to the burnt scene. I jumped out of the Ghost, rolling before I hit to ground so not to hurt myself. I ran to the colourful helmet buried beneath a pile of ash. Picking it up, I dusted it off and stared through the visor.
Whatever had happened, it wasn't caused by the stranger. And I had the terrible feeling both Ezra and the Mandalorian were now Imperial prisoners…
Sabine's POV
My head was pounding as I opened my eyes slightly. I sat up, my stomach lurching and my vision blurry. I let out a drowsy groan. "Ah, you're awake," a voice said. I turned to see a blue haired, blue eyed boy sitting on the other side of the room. He was probably around my age and seemed pretty relaxed besides the fact we were in a cold, eerie cell. "Where… am I?" I wheezed, clutching my stomach.
The boy reclined against the wall. "Take a wild guess."
I rubbed my head. "What's going on?"
"We're being transported to a prison," he said calmly, face serene.
I stood up and searched for any kind of escape. They had taken all of my tools and equipment. Karabast! Stupid Empire.
I returned my attention back to the boy when I recognised his face. My eyes widened. "…you!" I pointed accusingly.
He raised a brow, slightly amused. "Me?"
"I was doing fine until you came along!" I growled.
He stood up and folded his arms. "Forgive me for saving your life!"
"I had everything under control!" I protested.
"Oh right," he laughed sarcastically. "Was getting blown to smithereens part of the plan? Cause if it was, you were doing a pretty good job back there."
I glared at him and his cocky attitude. He confidently flicked the hair out of his face and stretched. "Now, if you want to get out of here, you'll listen to what I say. You okay with that, princess?" he taunted.
I turned the other cheek and straightened. "I don't need your help… and don't call me princess!"
He bowed mockingly. "Forgive me, your highness." I narrowed my eyes at him as he shot me a teasing grin. Then, his expression changed to a serious, but still light tone. He walked over to the corner and stared up at the vents. "Good luck opening it," I smirked, aware that it was sealed tight.
He glanced over his shoulder and gave a lopsided smile. "You'll see." He lifted his hands towards the vent and closed his eyes. I arched a brow in amusement. Did he honestly expect for it just to-
My thoughts were cut off when a loud, metallic groan broke the silence. My eyes widened as the grate crumpled to a heap on the floor. The boy gave me the 'I told you so,' look, before jumping up and entering the vents. I was still shocked by what just happened. How did he just do that?
I sat down and pondered about the boy. Though he was obnoxious and a bit over-confident, I couldn't help laugh at his witty attitude. Not many people would be daring enough to mock me, especially since I was more superior in many ways. And yet, he had that smooth sailing personality, and I liked it. But I also had the feeling that there was a lot more to him than appeared. Layers of personality just waiting to be discovered…
I shook my head. What was I talking about? I don't even know this kid's name let alone who he actually is!
A moment later the door slid open, and to my surprise, it was the boy, an arrogant smirk on his face. "Ready to go?" he asked.
I didn't hesitate in running out the door and into the corridor. I bolted for where the storage room was, because that was most likely where my equipment was when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind a corner. I looked at who it was a scowled to see the boy, but his face was dead serious as he clamped a hand over my mouth. As if on cue, two storm troopers walked by and out of view. After a long silence, the teen released his grip and let out a sigh of relief. "You trying to get us killed?!" he hissed quietly.
The only people that had ever looked down on me were my old imperial officers, and even then it was unlikely. But despite my urge to scowl at him and continue my search, I remained quiet and still. The boy looked through the halls quickly before whispering "The coast's clear, let's go."
An awkward silence descended upon us as I followed him through the winding halls. "I… didn't catch your name," I stuttered awkwardly.
He glanced over his shoulder and replied "Ezra. You?"
I hesitated at first, before answering "Sabine."
He gave a sharp nod before opening the door to the supply room. We walked past the isles of helmets and uniforms when we made it to a table. "Yes!" I whispered, grabbing my equipment. Ezra grabbed his things and put on a cadet helmet. "What are you doing?" I inquired.
He didn't respond, but seemed to be in deep concentration. After a few moments of complete silence, he said "They'll be here soon."
"Who?"
He took off the helmet and walked for the door. "My crew will be coming soon. You need to get to the hanger and tell them I sent you. They'll keep you safe."
I was going to protest but found myself asking "What about you?"
"I need to do something first. Just get to the hanger, I'll meet you there," he ordered firmly, charging his blaster.
Before he walked out the door, I grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry… for how I acted back there."
He hesitated at first, before smiling warmly. "I'm sorry too. It's just today…" he trailed off, expression going blank. He shrugged from my grasp and slipped through the shadows without another word. I quickly headed in the direction of the hanger bay. Despite myself, I was actually worried for him.
"Don't get killed kid," I thought to myself. "I'm growing kinda fond of you."
Hey guys! So, turns out I'll have to split this one into two chapters. I had more planned but then I was like, 'Whoops! This is already over my usual length'. XD So, I hope you enjoyed! Tell me what you thought about the chapter, I love to read your reviews! May the force be with you, always!
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